He's the infamous Sirius Black. She's the quiet Savannah Stone. They're polar opposites. No one would think they would be friends, so no one would think that they could have feelings for each other. Or do they?
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"C'mon, sis! We're not going to get our compartment if you don't hurry!" Dalton exclaimed to his twin sister as they rushed through the corridors of the Hogwarts Express, their trunks rolling behind them.
Savannah rolled her green eyes as she followed him. He was always the more dramatic of the two, always overreacting.
"Hey, Dalton! Come sit with us!"
Dalton grinned as he pushed his way through the throngs of people. "Okay, Potter!" He yelled back, turning to look at his twin, an unasked question in his eyes.
"I don't think our compartment's open anyway," Savannah lied as she looked down. Dalton's bright blue eyes scanned her over.
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yes," she responded quietly.
Dalton nodded and led them to the compartment where the four Gryffindors known as the Marauders were waiting. He quickly put their trunks on the netting above the seats.
"Hey, mate! You've been practicing quidditch over the summer, haven't you?" Sirius Black asked as he clapped Dalton on the back.
"You know it! How else do you think I kept these muscles?" Dalton smirked as he flexed. The other boys had no idea he was lying. They didn't need to know what Dalton had really been doing to keep those muscles.
The other boys laughed, not paying any attention to the petite blonde who was standing behind her brother, looking at her shoes and rubbing her arms as if she was cold, wanting to be anywhere else.
Savannah was taking in everything about her surroundings, a habit she picked up over the years, especially since their parents often left them to fend for themselves.
So, she took in the scent of chocolate frogs and old textbooks. She noticed how the carpet on the floors was worn where students always shuffled in and out. She listened to the students carrying on conversations as they walked, to the trunks bouncing when they hit a groove in the floor even though she had closed the compartment door behind her.
She didn't fail to notice how James Potter moved from his spot beside Sirius Black and to the spot beside Peter Pettigrew, who moved over a bit.
Dalton sat across from James, pulling Savannah down beside him, squishing her in between himself and Sirius.
Savannah ignored the way she could feel where her arm brushed Sirius's long after they touched. She absolutely detested the boy, so she was not allowing herself to pay any attention to him.
"Savannah actually agreed to come and sit with us this year?" James asked, pretending to be shocked as he put a hand to his chest.
Dalton chuckled slightly, looking down at Savannah. "For once."
Savannah remembered how every year her brother would ask her to come sit with the Marauders, but every year she would refuse. Dalton would join her in the compartment she would choose, after visiting with the Marauders for a bit, of course.
